Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

"No...why still not?!"

Lockhart read the latest edition of the Daily Prophet over and over again.

I didn’t see my name on it either…

Not even a single mention of myself!

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Lockhart couldn't understand it.

He has obviously written a letter to his friend who is the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet.

He and his old friend made a lot of money.

No matter what, he should have his name on the Daily Prophet!

but now...……

Not a word...

And the most crucial point is.

That editor-in-chief friend didn’t even have a letter to explain to himself!

Just like that...no more news.

Lockhart clutched the newspaper and stormed back to the office.

I wrote to that editor-in-chief friend again.

"Currently, Green's Potion Store only sells one potion, the Life Extension Potion."

"The author learned this from a lovely old clerk in Green's Potions Store."

"This is because the current supply of materials and manpower can only produce one kind of magic potion, the life-extending potion."

"Furthermore, it is precisely because of the shortage of manpower and material supply that the daily sales volume of life-extending potions can only be limited to 5,000 bottles.

"According to another beautiful female shop assistant, originally only three thousand bottles were produced per day, and each person was limited to purchasing one bottle.

"But Blake can't bear to see that his wizard friends who need this kind of potion can't buy it."

"Therefore, we hired a lot of people at any cost to increase production."

"But after all, it is due to insufficient materials that the production is limited...

Cassandra put down the newspaper.

"After that guy was rejected by me, didn't he say that he wanted to cooperate with the Delacour family?"

"How come you only produce one kind of magic potion and the output is so high?"

Cassandra glanced at the newspaper article again.

Obviously, for a big family.

The output is indeed a bit low at this point.

"Could it be that he didn't seek cooperation from the Delacour family?"

It was so widely publicized by newspapers.

Then there was the endorsement of a medal issued by Sir Merlin.

foreseeable.

Once this kind of magic potion comes on the market, it is bound to be a big hit.

At this time, any person would cooperate with others, such as production.

But now it seems...

Blake didn't do that?

This output, it seems, was clearly produced by Blake himself.

Could it be that………

Because I don’t want to cooperate with the Delacour family, and then he really didn’t look for it?

After all, according to common sense.

Blake's store had already made its name known before it opened.

At this time, unite the Woley family and the Delacour family.

It is indeed possible to expand production.

Even within a period of time, chain stores can be opened throughout Europe and even the wizarding world around the world.

But maybe because of his own words, Blake actually didn't seek cooperation with either of them?

We didn’t even find other companies to cooperate with.

For a moment, Cassandra felt a huge apology in her heart!

After reading in the newspaper about the efficacy of this potion, and Blake's pricing that was so low that it seemed like it was for charity.

Cassandra put down the newspaper, feeling even worse.

According to what the newspaper said...

That is to say...just because of my own bias.

Then Blake didn't find cooperation with the two major families.

Then the output is less.

And then, there are many people who really need this kind of magic potion who can't buy it...

Perhaps some dying old people are just short of a life-extending potion to survive.

But because I can’t buy it…

Thinking of this, Cassandra's conscience was strongly condemned by herself!

Moreover, the more she thought about it, the worse she felt

This potion is so useful and so cheap, it should be able to benefit many people!

But just because of myself...

"I...I really deserve to die..."

After thinking about it a thousand times.

Cassandra was so ashamed that she almost ran back to the dormitory and got into bed to confess...

"No! I...I have to convince Blake! Let the Warley family and the Delacour family cooperate!"

"...!"

In Green's Potions Store.

Blake just opened the five large cans of thinner.

I was choked by the smell and sneezed.

"Hmm..." Old Lepp also smelled the fishy smell.

"This... tastes so strong, wouldn't it be bad?"

"Does the diluent smell so strong?"

Old Lepp is a person who drank the life-extending magic potion.

Of course I know the original taste of the life-extending potion.

It was hard for him to imagine that after the original life-extending potion.

What will happen if you mix this diluent with a nauseating smell...

Blake covered her nose and looked at the five jars, her face turned green.

Mud, Snape, you are really stubborn! I wish you could change to a cleaner bucket!

"It's not a big problem, Tulep.

Blake said, pulling out his wishful wand.

He tentatively pointed toward the five majors.

.......

The fishy smell in the five barrels disappeared immediately!

On the contrary, a refreshing aroma of grass and trees emanated from the barrel.

Everyone present could not help but feel refreshed.

Blake played with his wand contentedly.

This magic of turning the mind at will is so refreshing.

Just now he was thinking about changing the stinky smell to the fragrance of vegetation.

Then the magic really worked!

Agatha looked at Blake's spell casting and couldn't help but her eyes lit up.

"Um...Blake, what kind of spell is this? Can you teach me it?

"If we know this spell, we won't have to buy perfume anymore!"

This time it stopped Blake.

To be honest, this is also the shortcoming of the wishful wand.

That is not knowing the curse...

Because the magic it achieves skips the magic spell.

As a spell caster, Blake can only get the results of magic, so how can he know the magic spell?

Just when Blake was about to fool him.

Suddenly, the wishful wand in his hand became slightly warm.

A strange curse appeared in Blake's mind!

Blake looked at the wand in his hand in shock.

He just wanted to know what the magic spell was.

This wishful wand actually reflected the magic spell directly?!

Blake was ecstatic.

If this is the case, it will be convenient if you want to invent new spells or combine spells in the future!

There is no need to summarize it yourself!

Just use the wand to use it, and then let the wand tell you the spell!

Wait until you invent a few awesome spells, and then you can use these spells to make a wave of saints in front of people.

Then new treasure chests can be mined again!

Damn it! I thought I didn’t drink the lucky potion and was given a bad reward.

But now it seems...

It’s so awesome!

However, although Blake's heart was filled with wild waves.

But he still seemed calm on the surface.

"Agatha, the spell of this curse is Alomo

"After reciting the mantra, just imagine the scent you want in your mind."

Blake answered Agatha's question calmly.

Agatha picked up her wand and lifted her robe.

"Alomo!"

The next second, a rich scent of jasmine came out from her robe.

"It really worked!" Agatha said excitedly.

Blake, who was a little nervous at first, felt relieved after seeing this.

The magic wand feedback can be used by others too!

That's good!

If only this kind of spell could be used by oneself.

Then it will be difficult for Blake to use the new spell to install and farm treasure chests.

Therefore, Blake was indeed relieved that Agatha could use it.

"Blake, how long will this scent last?"

Blake smiled and said, "Unless you use this spell to remove the smell again, this fragrance will always exist."

"Oh... I don't think the perfume merchant will like this spell.

Old Lepp smiled and took out his tobacco from his pocket.

He also seemed to want to change the flavor of his tobacco...

"Okay, you can do this slowly later. Now, divide the potion into bottles.

Blake waved his hand, and a large row of small bottles filled the entire table.

Blake doesn't have the efficient industrial chain that Muggles have.

However, as wizards, they all possess magical powers.

As old Lepp said, "Isn't magic used at times like this?"

Old Rip waved his magic wand.

A bottle of diluted version of the life-extending potion has just been added to each jar.

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It floated out like five water dragons.

Old Lepp flicked his wand.

Five water dragons floated above the vials.

Then each separates a small stream of water to automatically fill those small bottles...

Lao Lepu's precise spellcasting made everyone present think.

Agatha stroked her wand.

Now she wants to have a fight with Lao Rep more and more...

By the time Blake returned to Hogwarts, it was already evening.

He hurried all the way to the Room of Requirement.

Because after he learned about the magic feedback function of the wishful wand.

I really want to try out some new spells.

However, when he turned around the corridor on the eighth floor.

But he saw Cassandra standing at the door of the Room of Requirement, waiting for him.

Blake couldn't help but touch his nose.

"Um...are you waiting for me here?"

"Yes...no!" Cassandra held the hem of her skirt with her small hands.

He tilted his head and looked at the tapestry across the corridor.

It seemed like he didn't dare to look at Blake.

"I was just passing by... That's right... I happened to be passing by here.

"Oh? Really?" Blake looked at her suspiciously.

"Well...of course..."

"Okay, I'm going in then, good night." Blake said and was about to enter the Room of Requirement.

Cassandra immediately became anxious after hearing this, "Wait..."

"Um?"

"I...well, it's okay..."

Blake sighed softly. He said helplessly: "If you are looking for me, just say you are looking for me."

"I...who is looking for you!"

"Okay... then... come in and have a cup of tea? I just learned a way to make tea more fragrant."

Blake seems experienced in dealing with the arrogant Cassandra.

"Hmm...Okay...You invited me in, I didn't come here on my own.

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"Ah, yes, yes..."

The tea leaves blessed by the new mantra are brewed with a fragrant aroma.

Cassandra just took a small sip and her brows relaxed.

"Then... can you tell me why you are looking for me?"

"I told you I'm not looking for you..."

Cassandra looked at Blake's half-smiling expression.

Finally he sighed and said, "Yes! I'm just here to find you!"

Blake took a sip of tea, then looked at Cassandra quietly and motioned for her to continue.

"I came here to... Didn't you say last time that you wanted to cooperate with our Woley family and the Delacour family?"

"Yeah, but you didn't agree." Blake sighed.

"Without the manpower of the Delacour family, no matter how much material I take, I can't convert it into more production areas.

"So, I didn't cooperate with the Woley family..."

Cassandra lowered her head, "Do you really care about what I think?"

"Of course!" Blake said seriously.

Hearing Blake's blunt words, Cassandra blushed and said, "I'm sorry, Blake..."

"Are you still willing to cooperate with the Warley family and the Delacour family?"

"Well...if you don't want to cooperate with the Woley family, I can also recommend other big families in the herbal medicine business to you...

Blake couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"You... I heard you right, you not only apologized to me, but also asked me to find Furong..."

"I remember I told you to find the Delacour family, but I didn't ask you to find Fleur! 11

Cassandra couldn't help but glare at Blake.

This guy is really...

If you don't pay attention, you will...

It’s simply pervasive!

"Absolutely."

Blake stood up, pulled his chair over, and sat directly next to Cassandra.

Cassandra was startled when she was suddenly approached.

"What are you doing!"

"Huh? I just want to show you the plan I made!"

Blake said, taking out a cooperation plan that had been prepared long ago.

Spread out in front of Cassandra.

Then he told her in detail how to cooperate and how to divide the money.

Cassandra blushed.

Just explain, why are you so close?

And... no wonder you didn't find other families to cooperate with.

It turns out that I was already prepared!

Wait, did he already expect that I would eventually compromise?